Page 74 of Duke of Chaos

“So do not push me away,” Lydia insisted.

Her hand reached toward his chin, and she forced him to look up at her, just like she had that very first night, and Ezra felt the rest of his numbness and fear slip away. His entire body had screamed at him to stop as he tried to leave her. And now he was powerless.

Lydia was taking his control away from him again, and he felt the weight being lifted off of him as he leaned forward and pressed his forehead against her bosom.

Ezra felt Lydia let out a breath of relief, and her hand slipped from his chin and up to his hair as her other arm wound around his back.

“You love me,” Lydia whispered, holding him close.

“Yes,” he breathed.

“And I love you,” she quickly continued, “Neither of us expected it to happen, yet here we are. So let us learn how to deal with it. No more pushing me away.”

Ezra could only nod as he felt Lydia’s hands slip around his neck and begin to loosen his cravat. Her touch was gentle as she pulled the piece of silk away, then moved to the buttons of his collar. Her thin fingers slipped the obsidian beads through their holes, further relieving the pressure around his bruised neck, and he hissed in a breath of pleasure as he finally felt the bare flesh of her fingers contact his skin.

She massaged him tenderly, careful not to hurt him before returning to the rest of his buttons.

“You frightened me just now more than you did during our entire marriage thus far,” Lydia murmured, continuing her work of undressing him.

Ezra flinched at the words.

“I am so sorry,” he whispered as she smoothed his shirt down his shoulders.

“Mmmm,” Lydia hummed, tracing her nails down his spine.

He shivered with pleasure under her touch, still unused to his own reactions to her, and buried his face further into herbreasts. Ezra attempted to bring his hands up to her back to work at her corset strings, but Lydia suddenly stopped, grabbed his hands, and pushed them back down.

“No, no,” she chastised, tugging a fistful of his hair, forcing him to raise his eyes to his. “I think it is timeyoureceive a punishment, husband.”

Ezra felt nothing but desire and arousal fill him as he looked up at Lydia’s possessive gaze. For a moment he ignored her little game and grasped her to him tightly so he could drag her into his lap for a kiss. Instead of fighting him, Lydia kissed him back hungrily, her gentle nails turning sharp as they gripped into his muscled back.

“I suppose there is no talking you out of it?” he asked after pulling back harshly from their feral kiss.

Lydia smiled at him sensually as her cheeks turned pink.

“I am afraid the only way out is through,” she replied, tracing her nails from his shoulders to his wrists.

Her fingers tightened around his hands, but he did not fight her as she brought them up and pushed him back onto the bed.

“You are not to leave this bed until I command it,” Lydia instructed, tenderly kissing the column of his bruised throat. “Not until we have you have fully rested, and we have finally talked abouteverything.”

“But the others,” he began to protest but hitched his breath as Lydia’s fingertips grazed against the hardened length of his member through his breeches.

“The others also need their rest. I think they should all stay here for a while and recover from all of the unfortunate events. I believe we will all be sequestered to our rooms for a while.”

Lydia untied his breeches, freeing him from the straining confines of the garment, and he felt his erection bob as he heard a feminine sound of approval slip from her throat. Ezra forced his head back, trying to provide her with the control she wanted as she slid his breeches and briefs down his hips, stripping him, but he felt a sliver of his panic return.

Could he do this? Truly? Hand himself over so willingly? He felt his thoughts beginning to unravel as the tension returned to his body, but just as he was about to say stop, Lydia slid her mouth over his pulsing rod, and his mind went utterly blank.

Women had tasted him before. Many, in fact. And he had enjoyed gripping their throats and hair and furiously thrusting into them, but he had never allowed something like this.

Lydia’s hands slowly drifted away from his wrists as her lips suckled and soothed him, but Ezra kept his hands firmly in place on the bed, feeling an intense shudder rise from somewhere deep within as he let her take control.

Lydia moaned around Ezra’s hardened phallus, aroused by the taste and feel of him in her mouth. Unlike the last time, she took him deep inside her throat, lodging him all the way back until she could take absolutely no more. She drank from him greedily, taking in his deep, desperate grunts and moans as she suckled to her heart’s content.

They would talk, they would reach solid ground, but first, she was going to have her fill of him. It had been too many days of frenzied worrying, and now she was going to take all of the time she wanted.

That was until she felt Ezra slowly losing control beneath her.

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